"I'll admit I may have seen better days,
but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail,
like a salted
peanut"(Margo Channing)

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

John The Master-Baker

Well after some master manipulating from BBC producers, who hinted that law degree student John has never really amounted to much in his mother's eyes ( what a pile of shite)... the little chicken of a queen has won The Great British Bake off, from under the noses of the arrogant old poof- who- made- good- in -the final reel- Queen Brendan and the delightful medical student James.

Amid a flurry of texts from Best Friend Nuala ( who also adored the show) we anticipated the winner and bemoaned the end of the series which has entertained us so much for ten week now

I have learnt all about chocolate ganash, how to make the ideal fondue fancy and what to do in the case of a bagel dough disaster!.....

I was so glad he won. I think the BBC producers were right about his Mother, judging by some of her comments about him. Even if your son only ever wins at the three-legged race, big him up for that if nothing else, at least he won! The boy did good, coming from absolutely nowhere in the running to be the overall champion - well done, lad.Did you really think that Brendan was arrogant? I rather felt sorry for him.

Well done to Boy Blunder. You could tell that last cake was spectacular. Just wanted to pick it up and eat it. Would not have begrudged James the Boy Wonder, but it all went wrong at the last moment. And I know it was cruel, but I couldn't help laughing when Brenda the poisoner's fondant fancies started drooping.

Back to delightful slightly camp Nigel and hetero baking smut from Nigella now. Wonder if I should ask for my order of banana (add saucy side glance) shallots to be delivered in a plain brown wrapper.

Oh yes I really think I would have thrown my lemon cake at the tv if arrogant big head Brendan would have won. I was so pleased that his fondant fancies failed, oh god I sound like a mad woman again !!!!

If that's the winner in the photograph here he looks awfully short - it must have made cooking difficult with just a weevil's eye-view of the table. Could they not have given the poor lad a chair to stand on?

I'm sure I'll get hooked if it shows here. This sort of show is exactly the sort of thing prime time is awash with. Interestingly a woman from around here made it onto the NZ equivalent, and appeared like a right cow in her first and only round. Later in our local paper, she mentioned her surprise at the way she had been portrayed. I guess everyone says and does things under stress that makes for good drama!